How do a person deal with hatred? Specifically those of a race that seeks to continue the status of people of color as a underclass, maybe even slavery?
I used to spend my time writing poetry and prose to express myself sexually and spiritually, but now I spend most of the time fighting racism, trumpism and poverty on Twitter.
Which I consider a waste of time and a failure of humanity.
But since I’m still alive and actually value concepts like civil liberties and free will, I have little choice but to fight. But in speaking out, I sometimes find myself powerless to help my society change for the better.
I don’t know, I could be in a temporal feedback loop and that’s why I can’t write the poetry of my heart and spirit.
I will continue to try and try again though.